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Oct 2014
Waking up to a familar taste,
5 inches is growing from 5 cetimeters away.
My eyes beholding the wickedness my hands say.
Silently swiftly I put my hands in ur Gaze.
Hungry for selfishness tonight I watch our friendship almost hang.
Yet I still watch you hang from 5 cetimeters away.
Blushing while you was awake I saw your cheeks red when I trusted you with eye view of my private things.
I feel like the worst if you wake up and tell me you felt everything.
Then again why didn't you stop me cause your eyes couldn't stop from turning away ...
It's amazing but  not amazed but I'm a maze, trapped in my own private things .
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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